And Just Like That was the Fyre Festival of TV…
“And Just Like That … ” ended as it began: terribly.
I’m not the only “intimacy and the City” fan who thinks so. On Thursday, I attended a small viewing celebration for the finale of the reboot collection with a group of buddies who cherished the unique.
Like me, the majority of them had been upset and, yeah, disgusted.
Sarah Jessica Parker as Carrie Bradshaw at her laptop computer in the remaining scene of *And Just Like That … ” HBO
“This is unhinged!” one — dressed as actress Lucy Liu from her 2001 “SATC” cameo — shouted as a shockingly gross scene performed out. “Over twenty years of watching this show, and this is what we get?”
What might have provoked such a response?
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Thanksgiving dinner at Miranda’s house, when a individual named Epcot — yes, Epcot — clogged the toilet. Epcot is a pal of Mia, the hyper-flatulent lady knocked up by Miranda’s son, Brady.
But the show’s writers didn’t assume it enough to merely inform us about plumbing difficulties. They confirmed us. For at least 10 seconds, the stays of Epcot’s day assaulted our eyes. It was gag-inducing and vile.
Miranda Hobbes (Cynthia Nixon) cleans up a clogged toilet in the finale of “And Just Like That…” — then commits a disgusting act. HBO
(Not even “Dumb and Dumber” went so far as to enable the outcomes of Jeff Daniel’s laxative-induced toilet ordeal to seem on screen).
And now, a glamorous franchise constructed on fashion, friendship and intercourse shall be remembered for precise crap.
Remember when followers had been so excited for the premiere of “And Just Like That … ” back in 2021? We had been promised more time with the most fabulous associates the Big Apple has ever identified.
That first episode introduced us up to current day for the iconic characters’ lives.
In the collection premiere of “And Just Like That … ” Mr. Big performed by Chris Noth dies of a coronary heart assault. Photograph by Craig Blankenhorn/HBO
Miranda had gone to grad college, unleashing a barrage of micro-aggressions at her black professor. Charlotte struggled with her tomboy (soon to establish as nonbinary) daughter not wanting to put on a frilly Oscar de la Renta costume. Carrie, responding to current industry trends, fired Samantha as her e book publicist; in flip, Samantha cut everybody off and moved to London.
We met the “queer, nonbinary, Mexican Irish diva” Che, who soon added another side to “their” prolonged id cluster: the most unbearable character to ever seem on HBO (or Max or whatever they’re calling it these days)..
And Mr. Big died from a post-Peloton cardiac arrest.
Che (left, performed by Sarah Ramirez) was the most unbearable character on the show. Photograph by Craig Blankenhorn/Max
It was not an auspicious start.
And still, I persevered through the woke morass. Even in this Season 3, as the collection tried to extricate itself from the humorless pit of id politics and limp toward the end line with unrealistic plot traces and characters, poor performing — and far an excessive amount of nudity from Cynthia Nixon, who disappeared the real Miranda so she might play herself.
How would they land the airplane? I joked that possibly they wouldn’t. Perhaps, en route to a women’ journey in Portugal, the women would all die in a fiery airplane crash and put us all out of our distress.
That would have been courageous and merciful.
Instead, with Thursday’s collection finale, we got a literal pile of crap.
The good outdated days of “intimacy and the City” had been edgy, humorous and included the wild Samantha Jones, performed by Kim Cattrall. Moviestore/Shutterstock
Thankfully, HBO Max doesn’t offer the scratch-and-sniff option.
The gross-out continued as Miranda, sporting rubber gloves to clean the sewage leak in her toilet, is shocked by her girlfriend — who she excitedly embraces, rubbing those contaminated gloves all over her beloved’s back.
Instead of “Awwww,” the room I was in crammed with a refrain of “Ewwww.”
“Take off the filthy gloves!” one pal yelled.
It was like the Fyre Festival of streaming TV.
In the collection finale, Carrie Bradshaw delivered pies to all of her associates on Thanksgiving Day. Craig Blankenhorn/HBO Max
The show wrapped up with a soulless montage exhibiting the characters in their respective houses, eating the Thanksgiving pies Carrie had hand delivered earlier in the day.
Meanwhile, Carrie returned to her huge Gramercy unfold solo.
She took to her pc, erasing the epilogue of her novel set place in the 1800s — and instead wrote, “The woman realized she was not alone. She was on her own.”
After all that, Carrie ended up single in a home so big it might have eased our metropolis’s migrant housing issue.
Her love story, which drove the total franchise, grew to become an afterthought.
But I did get a real giggle courtesy of “intimacy and the City” this week as I watched the new model of “The Naked Gun.” In the film, somebody mentions Miranda Rights to the bumbling Lieutenant Frank Drebin Jr., ably performed by Liam Neeson. He deadpans in response: “No Carrie writes. Miranda is the lawyer.”
And I couldn’t help but surprise … if the stars and creators of “And Just Like That … ” might go back in time and kill the collection before it sullied a great legacy, would they?
I hope so.
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